The Catholic World, Vol. 10, October, 1869 to March, 1870Various
Religion
The Catholic World, Vol. 10, October, 1869 to March, 1870
Various
Catholic Church -- Periodicals
of those who surrounded him.
"His bones having pierced his skin, and his shirt of serge
sticking to his wounds, he begged them to move him a little; but
at the end of the day, when the person who had the care of him
wished again to ease his body, he said, 'My brother, you give me
too much ease.' The father abbot having ordered some milk to be
brought him, which was the only nourishment he took, he said,
'You wish then, my father, to prolong my life, and are unwilling
I should die on the day of St. Bernard.' The father abbot having
quitted him, he begged, perceiving that his death approached, that
he might be called back. As soon as he saw him, he said, 'Father,
my eyes fail me--it is finished.' The father having asked him
in what state he found himself, and if he was about to approach
Christ, 'Yes, father,' said he, 'by the grace of God, I am. I am
not indeed sensible of any extraordinary elevation of my mind to
God; but through his mercy I am in perfect peace. God be thanked!'
This he repeated three times. The father abbot having asked him if
he wished to die upon the cross and upon the ashes, 'Yes,' said
he, 'from my heart.' With these words he lost his speech, or, at
all events, it was impossible to hear any thing intelligible from
him except the name of Jesus, which he pronounced repeatedly. They
carried him to the straw spread out in his chamber. He was nearly
four hours in a dying state, and preserved his recollection during
the whole time. His eyes indicating a wandering state of mind,
the father arose, took some holy water, and, having scattered
it around him, repeated these words, 'Let God arise and let
his enemies be scattered.' His face at this moment resumed its
serenity. He kissed the cross several times, and, wanting strength
to lay hold of it, they observed that he advanced his head to
reverence it every time that it was presented to him. At length
all his disquietudes ceased; they beheld him calm, peaceful,
serene; and he breathed his last sigh with so much tranquillity
that those who watched him scarcely perceived his death."
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